Cheating with the fork

I apologize for all of the videos lately, but I have this bad habit of taking lots of video and then leaving it on the camera. I don't know why I never get around to downloading video to my computer. It's not like it's hard, I just never do it. For some reason I can download pictures like a madwoman, but video? Forget it.

Anyway.

For the most part, Johnny still picks up food with his hands when he's eating. Yes, I know I should be pushing eating utensils, but I don't care. I let him use a fork when he's interested in one and I don't push it when he's not. Honestly, it's WAY less clean up for me if I just let him use his hands. Hands generally don't become accidental food catapults... generally. That being said, this particular day Johnny wanted to use MY fork. Not his little fork, my large adult fork. So I let him try it.

His use of eating utensils a bit unconventional and kind of defeats the purpose of using said utensil, but at least it's cute.

Wanna wrestle?

This is how Daddy and Johnny play:

Cute, right? What's even more adorable is that after Johnny was done playing this game, John turns to me and says, "This is what I always imagined being a parent would be like. Wrestling and rough housing with my little boy is the best."

::heart melts::

Mimicry

Johnny has always been indifferent to what it is I'm doing. Unless what I'm doing is ignoring him. Then he's all over me. Well, recently I've caught him doing things that I do on a nearly daily basis. Like this:

Yeah, he's trying to use the can opener on that can of cream of mushroom soup (which actually has a tab to peel off the top, but I wasn't going to point that out). It took me awhile to figure out what he was trying to do. After he got a hold of the opener, he kept pointing to the pantry door asking me to open it. When I did he got out a can and then attempted to put the opener and can together saying, "Turn. Turn! TURN!!!" Hilarious.

Here is another of his recent antics in the kitchen:

Luckily he can't open the oven... yet. But once he is able to, at least he knows how to put on oven mitts.

A picture of me and Hank

I was looking through pictures from 2010 a couple of days ago and realized that I'm hardly in a single one. John makes a cameo every 500 pictures or so, but most of them are just of Johnny. So I promised myself to make more of an effort to take pictures of myself with my kids because I know I LOVED looking at photos of my mom and me from when I was little. It's just fun to see your parents when they were your age, you know? So here we go:

 It took about five tries to get this one taken and I still had to crop out all of the extra stuff. Perhaps one day I will take awesome cell phone pictures like my sister-in-law, Lisa. Seriously, she has awesome pictures of herself and Jack that I think she takes with her iPhone. My Droid Eris doesn't have a fast enough shutter speed to catch a good picture of a moving baby. Alas. For now, I try to take decent shots of myself and my kids with my rather large Canon Rebel, but hey, at least the quality rocks!

It's 8:45am...

 where is Johnny? Sleeping. The kid who hates to sleep is sleeping. As my husband says, "He's sleeping in like a drunken teenager!" This situation reminds me of a joke:

In the US they say, "It's 10 o'clock, do you know where your children are?"
In France, they say, "It's 10 o'clock, do you know where your wife is?"
But in Poland, they say, "It's 10 o'clock...

....do you know what time it is?"

Ha! I love dumb Polish jokes.

Disclaimer: I may or may not be a little punchy from waking up so much last night.